But maybe that was a-- er--lion or a clam or somethin'." Babbie looked at him in puzzled fashion for a moment.

Then she sagely shook her head and declared: "Uncle Jed, I think you are perfectly scru-she-aking.

Petunia and I are convulshed.

We--" she stopped, listened, and then announced: "Uncle Jed, I THINK somebody came up the walk." The thought received confirmation immediately in the form of a knock at the door.

Jed looked over his spectacles.
"Hum," he mused, sadly, "there's no peace for the wicked, Babbie.
No sooner get one order all fixed and out of the way than along comes a customer and you have to get another one ready.